Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, a steady, rhythmic drumming. Maria sat on the sofa, wrapped in a warm blanket, a book resting on her lap. She’d spent the day indoors, contentedly observing the world from the sheltered confines of her home. Her movements were slow, her thoughts meandering.

While sorting through a box of old papers, she discovered a letter she’d written to her estranged sister, a plea for reconciliation. It was a reminder of a past that weighed on her. She re-read the words, a deep sense of acceptance enveloping her. Time, she realized, had softened the edges of her grief. She smiled and placed the letter in a special place.